The Primordial Record novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662 This Body Will Do

Reality rippled around Rowan as he grew several feet taller until he stood around eleven feet tall. Two sharp horns pierced through his forehead, before curling like those of a ram and pointing forward.,

Seven spikes like the tails of scorpions erupted from his back violently flinging blood for hundreds of feet and he grimaced in discomfort.

His nose and mouth melted into his face as five more eyes took their places, two single-edged black blades forged from the spines of Ouroboros Serpents rested comfortably in his hands, as armor made from the bones of demon princes covered his body and his flowing cape was made from the feathers of Archangels that spread wide like two great wings.

Rowan exhaled aloud as red smoke poured out from his mouth as if his body contained an active volcano, he chuckled, "This body will do."

For a moment the Archmages paused in shock at his appearance and the Aura erupting from Rowan that was filled with an ancient air and an incomparable amount of menace, this was a creature in its lifetime that had killed trillions, and these kills were not mortals but beings of power.

However, this did not stop them from channeling more energy into their Taboo Spells, which of them here had not committed atrocities that would make the mind of a billion mortals shudder into madness?

The allure of battle filled Rowan's heart, and he allowed more of himself to sink into the body of this Clone for a brief while as he glorified in the future accomplishment of his child, "Come on!" _{freёweɓnovel.com}

He stamped his feet in the air and charged at the incoming spells, the seven eyes in his face glowing with a scarlet radiance that extended for more than a thousand feet and washed over the incoming Spells, painting them a shade of red like a dozen bloody suns.

That stamp of his feet seemed to do nothing but the depths of the Underverse directly below seemed to ripple like waves on a beach, and then, for thousands of miles, all the bones on the ground simply evaporated as an unfathomably deep pit appeared.

With that single stamp, Rowan had reshaped a portion of the depths of the Underverse, as he shot towards the Archmage, they had thought he would avoid the spells and had begun preparing several counterattacks, and so the fact that Rowan directly approached the incoming spells that we're powerful enough to crush anything head on destabilized their momentum for a brief moment.

In a battle like this, every single moment lost was a terrible disadvantage.

Approaching the spells hurled towards him, the spikes in his back thrust forward and simply parted the spells and he wrapped his body using the wings behind him, the power of the spells was so great that the cape made from the Archangel's wings combusted to ashes, but he was already through it, appearing before the shocked attackers.